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 Ne'er shine upon me; may my numbers all Run to a sudden death and funeral. And last, when thee, dear spouse, I disavow, Ne'er may prophetic Daphne crown my brow. Convinces, overcomes. Ithaca, the home of the wanderer Ulysses. Iphiclus won the foot-race at the funeral games of Pelias. Circumstants, surroundings.

My faithful friend, if you can see The fruit to grow up, or the tree; If you can see the colour come Into the blushing pear or plum; If you can see the water grow To cakes of ice or flakes of snow; If you can see that drop of rain Lost in the wild sea once again; If you can see how dreams do creep Into the brain by easy sleep: Then there is hope that you may see Her love me once who now hates me.

Now is the time for mirth, Nor cheek or tongue be dumb; For, with the flowery earth, The golden pomp is come.

The golden pomp is come; For now each tree does wear. Made of her pap and gum, Rich beads of amber here.